The Unwanted Mate Novels & Stories

I all but barged into his office. My heart breaks at the realization. I’m most definitely his unwanted fated mate. If I hadn’t suspected it then I certainly confirmed it now. I’m so pathetic that I can’t even hide my spike of infuriating arousal at my mate’s scent. My body hasn’t followed the memo. I’m unwanted like always. Oh, for moon’s sake, he has a fiancee. A beautiful one. He probably didn’t think he’d ever have to deal with a blubbering unwanted mate. That’s why he kept his distance in the first place.

It was longing and desire. Two of them were my mates and they both liked me. It made me wonder about many things. If they were both aware of the fact that I was mated to two of them. I remembered a certain girl that had two mates back at servant quarters at Westwood. The two mates both wanted her, and neither of them agreed to reject the mate bond for her to be with one. It was exhausting for her and tired her out. I had also seen someone comfortably accept the mate bonds from two different people. The thought of it scared me. My wolf’s sheer excitement didn't help matters.

I wanted a perfect puppet, and she is. Despite being labeled a notorious beast by other wolves, I remain loyal to my mate and refrain from engaging in sexual activities with other females. However, I was disappointed when I met my mate, who did not meet my standards. I decided to reject her, but she has not accepted my rejection. During our encounter at a club, she managed to arouse me with just a glance. The temptation to have sex with her lingers in my mind.

“I demand that you unmark her. Once you will unmark, you will know that she isn’t your mate. You won’t feel the pain that is associated with unmarking. And that will prove my point!” Tova was aghast at his mother’s sheer apathy. The idea of unmarking his mate was abhorrent. The pang of pain that he felt in his heart even by the thought of it was so sharp that he felt dizzy. His beast screamed against the idea. It sounded wrong on all levels. He staggered and clutched a table’s edge near him. He closed his eyes, clutched his heart and turned his face towards the ceiling. “Tova!” Alyssa rushed to him and held him. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his chest. When Mizette said to unmar

But that dream now seemed farther than ever. “Well, the mating bond is quite complex in its own way. It doesn't define your relationship but it creates the bond that makes a relationship possible. There are many wolves who live without their fated mates but they live in constant desperation, yearning to be with their mates. It's even worse when they get rejected. Rejection is one of the worst pains a wolf can feel and sometimes it never goes away” “It's like an obsession… an addiction. How can I feel something so intense for someone that doesn't love me?”

the crown prince continued slowly, his voice shaking with rage, “drive her to this point?” My heart shattered. A hollow, dull pain traveled up my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes. He rose with Jeanine in his arms. “I, Crown Prince Vince of Naderlands, reject you as my mate!” The hall froze. The air stilled. Someone sucked in air through their teeth. "This is the first time in centuries that a mate was rejected. She's truly unlucky." That person was right. Instead of rejection, the undesired female mate could be taken as a concubine or compensated in monetary value. The undesired male could live on with his unrequited love, or also be compensated in monetary value.

I knew he would be disappointed I hadn’t given the mate bond a chance. That’s when the memory hit me full force. I hadn’t given the mate bond a chance. I had rejected them! Fuck! I had never wanted to accept the mate bond, but the reality of rejecting them hit me like a freight train. There were consequences for rejecting a mate. And I had gone and done it out of anger and embarrassment, totally unprepared to face those consequences.

But I was breaking—splintering like glass beneath the force of my anguish. “Why?” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Why did you do this to me? Why give me a mate who loves another?” My words hung in the empty air, a desperate plea directed toward the heavens. The only answer I received was the wind howling outside, indifferent to my suffering. The hut felt colder than before, as though the warmth Damien had once brought with his mere presence had been snuffed out entirely. I pressed my forehead against my knees, my sobs shaking my frail frame. He didn’t want me. He never had. He never looked at me the way mates were supposed to. He never felt the bond.

I can’t say I would do any differently, he was desperate for the scent of his mate, and the rejection… the rejection. I can’t understand why someone would immediately reject their mate. I wasn’t about to talk suspicions with Mylo, but she could already be with someone she considers a mate but hasn’t marked, or she could be the kind who doesn’t believe in mates, hell, she could even be a Marie. She believes in mates, she just doesn’t want one.

On the day she miscarried because her mate chose his ex, Rae's wolf went completely dormant from the trauma. That killed every ounce of love she had left for him. She was done playing his pathetic doormat. No more running his family's empire. No more grilling him about staying out all night. He left her locked in a freezing pack holding cell for nine whole days. Why? To baby-sit his childhood sweetheart through a "full moon panic attack" in a luxury mansion. Rae didn't cry. She didn't scream. She didn't even bother making a phone call. Then came day ten. Colton finally rolled up in his custom black Cadillac. He looked down at her with those golden wolf eyes, calling her dramatic. Rae just pu